Chapter Thirty-Three
YUSUF'S POV I watched as a blouse soar across the closet towards my suits. It fell on one of the suits and glided down to the floor. A skirt followed but it fell before it got to the other side of the closet. Amatullah picked a dress from her wardrobe. Glancing at it, her face showed disapproval then she threw it on the floor. She picked the next dress, gave it a swift glance then she threw it on the floor. Then the next dresses, skirts and tops that followed next were either thrown across the room or thrown on the pile of clothes. Amatullah kept grunting, cursing and mumbling to herself, frustrated and annoyed. "I can't find anything to wear" she grunted peeping into her wardrobe. "Honey..." I began to speak but one of her blouses hit my face. Smiling, I removed it. "I have worn every
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